Beard

It never emerged
It was cut to size
In the morning
Like a ritual
Always

This time
It emerged
When we were alone
Like a shadow
Darker

We spent time
Alone and together
It stayed
As a friend
Close

Bit unkempt
Some strands of grey
Whichever way
It still remained
Friend

over the days
It grew
It grew on me too
It was me
New

Days of recluse
were getting over
I had to head back
to the world
Of rules and rituals
real

The beard has no place
It must be cut to size
Like a ritual
Like it had never
emerged

Doston ki Mehfil

दोस्तों की महफ़िल है
छलकेंगे पैमाने
क़िस्सों का सिलसिला चलेगा
बनेंगे कई फ़साने

वक्त नया है
नए दोस्त, नए याराने हैं
पर जब भी मिलेंगे वो दोस्त
गूंजे वही तराने हैं

कई साल पुरानी बात है
कई साज़ और ताल मिलाने हैं
फिर वहीं से शुरू करेंगे
वही रस्ते वही मोड़ पुराने है

कुछ तो है जो जोड़े रखता है
रिश्ता तो कोई नहीं है
वक़्त और शहर अलैदा सही
दिलों के बीच फ़ासला ज़्यादा नहीं है

दोस्तों की महफ़िल है
छलकेंगे पैमाने
कुछ पहुँचेंगे
किसी के बहाने हैं

Tum ho

तुम वो रात हो
वो नींद हो
तुम वो सुबह हो
तुम यहीं हो

ख़्वाब हो
साँस हो
यहीं मेरे पास
हर पल में हो

वो धुन हो
जिसे गुनगुनाया है
वो याद हो
जिसे मुस्कुराया है

तुम हो वहाँ
जहां मंज़िल है
क़रीब हो, दूर हो
जहां जाना है

मेरा कौन हो
क्या नाम रखूँ
रिश्ता नहीं
मेरी पहचान हो

तुम आज हो
मेरा कल भी
क्या और है मुझमें
मेरा सब कुछ हो

Dark Coffee

Fluid Pours out
Warm and brewed
From the pot
Into the expectant goblet
Waiting impatiently
Like a tired mind

Crystals of sweet
Blend like magic
Into the Juice
of dark bitter bean
dark brown fluid
Looks pretty fine

The aroma rises
Harbinger of the taste
Scales the chasm
between the cup and lip
Oh that smell
triggers the mind

The first sip
tastes like heaven
Cataputing me away
From the grime
I am pure bliss,
free from the bind

Aakhon ka Kasur

ये आँखें
सब देखती है
क़सूर क्या इनका है
मन का शीशा है
जो बिखरा हुआ है

कौन सी बातें हैं
जो कहें हम
जो अछी लगें
शब्दों का ज़ायक़ा
कुछ बिगड़ा हुआ है

सारा जहां ज़हन में है
क्यूँ फ़िज़ूल
जमाने से ख़फ़ा हैं
मन का चश्मा है
जो ज़रा पोशिदा है

I am home

The house stood tall
Proud and elegant
Like it’s been waiting

The swing watched
Quite and static
Like it’s been waiting

The porch extended its arm
painted freshly red
Dressed elaborately to receive

The demon face smiles
Vainly trying to scare
Grossly unable to deceive

The furniture sits calmly
Sure of us to sit with them
Yet a bit impatient

The calendar marks the date
Crossing each passing day
Today they arrive on vacation

The walls reverberate
The shouts and laughter
Filling up the empty space within

The craving hugs
The hand that ruffles the hair
Brings that happy grin

Eyes full of longing
watch with happy anticipation
they have been waiting

I am home
Filled with love and bliss
Something I have been waiting

I think….

I think music is a portal to another dimension. It has the ability to move you through and beyond the physical experience of sound.

Sound, which exists in the trappings of the four-dimensional universe is only a means. The only requirement is to hear the music beyond the physical hearing. To feel it and then be moved through the sound waves, beyond the physical domain.

Discovering the multiple dimensions hidden in the waves. Those dimensions are not physical and beyond the equations. There beyond the physical realm is the symphony of creation. The entire essence resonates with one’s being. That’s where the gods live, that’s where you can always be. There are only a few who can travel and experience that feeling.

It is not anywhere. It is not a place, not in a physical sense. Music is not only the means. It is also the fabric, where all exists. And where you are just a vibration, a musical note like everything else.

Just music.